(Be sure to read that title with a stilted English accent.)
This morning, I was rudely awakened a little before six by Sophie throwing up beside me. I lifted her over me into the floor, turned on the bedside lamp, and jumped out of bed.
That's right. I jumped.
I have absolutely no muscle soreness today!! I am beyond amazed that I hurt so bad yesterday, but today I carry no remnants of my spectacular wreck, aside from the scabbed over gash on my left calf.
Guess I'm not so old as all that, am I? Shush, naysayers. I feel good!
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